"Mr. Scrimgeour's Patronus?" Harry noticed Tonks's words and looked at the silver owl and Kingsley's visibly changed face.

Tonks nodded cautiously.

"Are you afraid of being caught by Mr. Scrimgeour?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Tonks was startled for a moment before suddenly realizing, "Oh, right, today is Christmas, it's normal that we're not at work."

Harry deadpanned.

This sounds abnormal and ridiculous, but when you think that this is the idea of ​​the employees of the Ministry of Magic, everything suddenly becomes normal.

Sirius cried out in a loud voice.

He turned into an Animagus and found it difficult to speak human language.

"What's this, Sirius?" Tonks dodged a werewolf, lifted a huge rock with a levitation spell, and smashed it hard on the werewolf's head. She also took the time to look at the handsome black dog in confusion, "Are you excited to meet a werewolf?"

Harry translated for him: "No, he's saying that your idea is not normal at all?"

"Abnormal?" Tonks muttered, hiding behind Harry. "What's abnormal? It's abnormal to be forced to work overtime on Christmas Day like today!"

"Overtime pay is only two Galleons per hour!"

"I don't even have enough money to buy skin care potions."

Kingsley looked up after hearing the owl's muttering, "Mr. Potter, I'm afraid we'll have to make a quick decision."

"Something unexpected happened."

"Mr. Granger and Mr. Longbottom have performed very well."

Harry nodded and tapped his hat lightly. A bottle of potion flew out, the cap fluttering as it twisted, and the dark brown liquid poured into his mouth.

The magic is boiling.

He waved his wand and the vines bound all the werewolves. They struggled, biting and clawing at the vines, trying to destroy them, their eyes red and glaring fiercely at the culprit who had tied them up.

Greyback made less noise than the other werewolves, gnawing silently at the chains that bound him.

Harry raised his wand.

The effect of the Transfiguration spell covered the branches that bound all the werewolves except Greyback. The invisible and powerful magical energy surged, and a faint visible wind and waves were rolled up. Many werewolves howled. The branches suddenly turned into steel, and they bit down and broke their teeth.

Puffing sound——

The iron branches stretched out, piercing through their bodies and crushing their internal organs.

The smell of blood spread.

Kingsley's pupils shrank, and his voice was a little stammering: "Mr. Potter, I, I don't mean that."

"Huh? Isn't this fast enough?" Harry put the snake-bone sword back into his hat and snorted in confusion.

Kingsley shook his head.

He had always hated the title that the Ministry of Magic had the Daily Prophet give to Harry - "Little Hangleton Butcher", but now it seemed inexplicably apt. In an instant, only one of the nineteen werewolves was left alive.

"Too fast." Kingsley said strangely, "And it shouldn't be..."

Harry glanced at him calmly: "You are an Auror, and they are werewolves who have committed many crimes."

"Will you still have sympathy for them?"

Kingsley said nothing, keeping his head down.

Harry waved his wand, summoned his patronus, and after giving a few instructions, the silver griffin flapped its wings and flew to Hogwarts.

"What did Mr. Scrimgeour tell you?" Harry asked him.

Kingsley shook his head, clearing away the random thoughts in his mind: "Very bad news, the Death Eaters who escaped from prison broke into Gringotts by force."

"Gringotts?" Harry frowned. "What are they going there for? To steal Galleons?"

"No." Kingsley shook his head. "They might be doing this for..."

Having said this, he suddenly paused and looked at the other three young wizards. Although they had fought side by side before and they had proved themselves to be excellent, he was not sure whether they knew the news or not, nor was he sure whether they should know it.

"Is it about that?" Harry tightened his grip on his wand.

Kingsley nodded. "I strongly suspect that the goblins discovered that someone had sneaked into Gringotts with the Lestrange family keepsake and opened the vault, but they did not do so to take things out, but to deposit things in."

"The goblins are curious."

"You know, those creatures always think that all valuables in the world belong to them, and Director Scrimgeour has been asking the goblins to keep an eye on the movements of the Death Eater vaults."

"So, the goblins went to investigate and found that the items stored in the Lestrange family vault were people, living people, including Muggles and wizards..."

"And since they broke in today, they have been hiding in the Lestrange family vault and have not tried to fight back or escape."

Harry took a deep breath. "Bellatrix Lestrange?"

"She is." Kingsley nodded. "Director Scrimgeour saw her in the goblin's memory."

"I have to get there first."

"Mr. Potter, please inform Professor Dumbledore. I'm afraid the situation is getting so bad that he may need to intervene."

He waved his wand and tried to Apparate. His body slipped away in an ethereal way, but soon solidified again. An obvious blush could be seen on his dark face.

Harry looked at him in confusion.

Kingsley frowned. "Diagon Alley is under a Shadow Lock. Apparition is prohibited."

“This is very abnormal.”

"The Ministry wouldn't be so meticulous?" asked Harry.

Kingsley's face turned even redder, "Of course not, it's just not necessary!"

"Although Hogwarts has a training class specifically for teaching this spell, and there are many young wizards who successfully pass the Apparition license exam every year, this does not mean that every wizard can use this spell smoothly."

"But Death Eaters are obviously not ordinary wizards," Harry said quietly.

Kingsley took a deep breath, "Of course, they are not ordinary wizards."

"But they are in Gringotts now, and that is also a place where Apparition is prohibited. There is no need to go to Diagon Alley again..."

At this point he stopped abruptly and looked at Harry.

They both realized something.

"Delaying time." Harry looked at Greyback. "These werewolves are abandoned pawns by the Death Eaters, and they deliberately let us know."

"Even if Uncle Remus wasn't here, in order to protect Hogsmeade and Hogwarts, which is so close to Hogsmeade, the people they fear the most, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, and I, will all stay in Hogwarts to deal with the werewolves."

"They took the opportunity to break into Gringotts, and after making sure that all the Aurors were attracted, they quietly used Shadow Lock to seal off Diagon Alley."

"I'm afraid Mr. Scrimgeour hasn't thought that they will block Diagon Alley..."

"The Order of the Phoenix can't get there in time, and the Aurors can hardly pose any threat to them."

"They are buying Voldemort time."

Kingsley shuddered.

"This is terrible news." A greasy, drawn-out voice sounded from behind Kingsley. "Do Mr. Potter and Mr. Dumbledore still miscalculate?"

"I don't think anyone would have imagined that Voldemort would trust goblins enough to put one of these things in a goblin bank," Harry sneered back.

Kingsley didn't bother to greet Snape and retorted: "No, Gringotts is the bank for wizards."

"Ha." Harry and Snape sneered together.

Kingsley's face turned even redder with anger.

Harry waved his hand and several werewolves were put down. "Professor Snape, take these werewolves back and study them. The one that is still breathing is Fenrir Greyback. Be careful and don't let him get away."

Snape waved his wand and ropes flew out, binding them.

"Please take Hermione and the others back as well." Harry waved his hand, "And my godfather."

Sirius turned back into human form and grinned: "Harry, I can do it, I'm not a little wizard..."

"There's no room." Harry shook his head. "I'll take Mr. Shacklebolt over on my motorcycle, and you have to stay and drive Professor Dumbledore over. We can't let an old man like Albus get lost in the city of London."

Sirius reluctantly agreed, "I know."

"Is Crouch there too?" Neville pushed Ron aside and walked over, his eyes firm, "Harry, Crouch must be there."

"Maybe." Harry nodded. "But dealing with a group of Death Eaters is different from dealing with a group of werewolves."

Neville raised the bloody sword in his hand: "I'm ready, Harry, I can..."

"I'll leave him to you." Harry interrupted him, "But I can't take you now. You might face much more trouble than Crouch. You know, Voldemort might be resurrected in Gringotts."

Neville fell silent, then he raised his head and hand: "Harry, promise me that you will leave Crouch and Lestrange to me."

"Of course." Harry high-fived him.

Kingsley opened his mouth and was about to remind them that those Death Eaters would eventually have to go through the Ministry of Magic's trial process.

Harry added: "No one can stop it, not even Professor Dumbledore."

Kingsley shut up immediately.

Neville took a deep breath and nodded reluctantly.

Harry pointed at the hat and cast a spell. After a while, a nimble motorcycle figure came quickly from the distance. "Hey, Harry, why are you calling me? I'm racing with Buckbeak. Well, I mean, we're teaching a little Thestral to fly."

"You know, the one Hagrid likes so much, the Thestral called Wuwu."

"We're in big trouble." Harry patted him gently, "We have to stop the flying game and take us to London."

"It's a flying class," the Sorting Hat corrected, flashing its headlights, "Then hurry up!"

Harry rode on.

Kingsley was about to sit on it, but suddenly stopped and looked at Neville: "Mr. Longbottom, it may be a little late to say it now, but after you graduate, will you consider becoming an Auror?"

Neville shook his head decisively: "No, Mr. Shacklebolt, thank you for your kindness."

"But I'd rather be a Herbology professor like Professor Sprout."

Kingsley stared at him.

Especially the steel sword in his hand, with drops of blood dripping down to the ground. Does it bear even the slightest resemblance to Professor Sprout?